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The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
Comments are welcomed! And couching them in Poetry is definitely NOT required.
Do not explicitly reveal any of the actual answer words until after closing time, but embedding them surreptitiously in comment sentences is encouraged.
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"Pour It On!"
In my day in junior high, no stigma adhered to boys
taking pains to get their hairdos just right.
In gym you could be knocked, upended, or poised
any which way, but as long as you could fight
your way clear to a mirror and a comb,
plus an ounce of Dixie Peach*, you were home.
You were home free & clear,
to the cheer of every peer,
once you re-shaped that wavy crown on your dome!
~ OMK
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* This was the brand of pomade we all used, carried in the small jars of goop that served to support the Grease generation.
Poor me, pour me another was Chester's mantra
Play something on the jukebox. Orbison not Sinatra
How many ounces he'd had tonight ? Who's counting?
The better question. For what was his life amounting?
Despondent, he questioned just what did his life avail?
And who's the gal with the bouffant hairdo drinking ginger ale.
He never dreamed that she'd be the one to upend his dreary life
What she said to him cut to the core like a knife
"Do you have the courage to quit this lowly bar?
Come to an AA Meeting with me, don't fear the stigma".
WC
"Decline Wine"
Hal and Mary enjoyed their touring
which included a lot of wine-pouring.
For them this was a new trend
that old habits might upend.
So they were careful to announce
their liquor limits by the ounce.
This saved money on their trip to Peru
where Mary got a new hair-do.
To their friends this did give them a stigma
since their new habits were such an enigma.
But Hal and Mary didn't care,
their spirits were high in the air,
so they didn't need much booze
to enjoy a wonderful cruise.
Both my poetry comrades seem focused on alcohol today. It may be the natural path from the vineyard cartoon and from two of the four clue words, although the booze theme eluded me.
Wilbur's approach featured a challenge, a "dare" to quit liquor.
I suppose that's one of the tried-and-true ways of getting somebody off the sauce. Get someone he fancies or admires to make it a test of will. It can't work all the time IRL, but maybe it's worth a try.
Misty's way is to treat it as a way to save money.
Very practical, and certainly a successful device--when neither drinker is that attached to the stuff.
Seems Hal & Mary were high on each other.
I wish my dad & sister had found a way to quit drinking. Sadly, neither got as far as owning up to it as a problem. Alcoholism runs in families, it seems. My brother and I were lucky to have missed that gene.
But speaking of Peru, Misty--my lack of addiction to demon drink didn't help me when I reached Lima. I literally passed out in a tour bus one morning outside a museum. Janice and I had spent a lovely four days up in Machu Picchu, high in the mountains, and I had had no ill effects from the altitude. And I did well for another couple of days in Cusco, even higher.
But on our first morning down in Lima, I had to faint.
One of our guides accompanied me to the restaurant where we were scheduled to have a late lunch, and I had to wait there all day while Janice got to see the town.
And I swear I hadn't had anything stronger than agua.
~ OMK
Sorry to hear about your sad experience in Lima, Ol' Man Keith. Did you ever learn or figure out what might have caused you to be so faint there? Was it just altitude? Anyway, good to hear that alcoholism was not a problem for you or your brother. I too was lucky to come from a family, and marry a husband, with no issues when it came to drink, even though I still enjoy my couple glasses of Merlot every evening.
Wilbur, how sad. But maybe AA can change things? Will we find out?
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